The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

Sophia stood at the side. “Why did you imbibe during the day?”

Fabian snorted. “What do you know?”

Not in the mood to argue with him, Sophia relented. “Whatever. Just leave since you’re awake. I’ve got things to do, too.”

Fabian shook his head in an attempt to clear his mind. “I owe you one for this incident today.” Getting to his feet, he fished out his cell phone and glanced at the time. Subsequently, he sighed, his expression inexplicably tinged with a hint of bitterness though his thoughts remained indiscernible.

When he’d left, Sophia straightened up the living room for a bit before going to her shop. There weren’t any customers at this time, so Robin was cleaning the place. She was in high spirits, humming while she worked, looking extremely cheery. Sophia stood at the door when she arrived, yet Robin didn’t notice her at all, absently mopping the floor while occasionally singing before bursting into giggles when something occurred to her. At this, Sophia timely asked, “What’s the joyous occasion that you’re giggling aloud?”

Her sudden voice startled Robin, and she hastily patted herself on the chest. “When did you reach? I didn’t hear you.”

Walking over, Sophia went behind the counter. “Well, you were deep in thought, so much so that you blocked out everything. I’m truly curious. I’ve been standing there for a long while, but you didn’t notice me at all.” After she’d said this, she asked again, “What were you thinking just now that you were giggling so sweetly?”

hand through her hair. “Nothing. I’m just feeling rather relaxed since there

head and continued mopping the

she’d busied herself in the shop for a while. Thus, she had Robin leaving

sat by the window and gazed out. The shop in the flooring business right across was still open, and while sitting there, she then glimpsed the boy showing a customer their products in the shop. For some inexplicable reason, a hint of envy

on the chair, Sophia let out a sigh. How I wish to have such a family as well! Alas, I’ve never had one. My birth family was bad, and I’d hoped to have a good family

in fright. The lights in the living room weren’t switched on, but it wasn’t pitch-black, so she could clearly see someone sitting on the sofa. The light switch was by the

“John Constance, are

are you yelling so loudly? I

find any weapon. Having no other choice, she stomped over and grabbed his shoulder, pushing him away. “Get out of my house! Get out! Don’t stay in my house. I don’t want

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